Prey, Jehovah’s Witness August 5, 2015 ~ Nortina S. I came home to a man curled atop the roof of his car, my Rottweiler scratching at the windows. “Duke!” He trotted to me, tongue hanging, tail wagging. “How’d you?” I looked up to my husband’s wide grin behind the screen door. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
Haha! Maybe the girls will toss the dog some Caramel Delights while they make their escape 😉 LikeLike Reply
Lol. I would love to do that! But my dog isn’t that well trained, darn it! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Neither is mine. He’s more of an “I’ll acknowledge you when I’ve finished this meal” kind of dog. 😉 LikeLike Reply
Oh no! I wish I could keep unwanted visitors from my door. Time to get a dog? LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Or a sign that says “Beware, Dog.” Maybe they’ll think twice before stepping into your yard. 😉 LikeLike Reply
I guess the protagonist doesn’t get a lot of Girl Scout cookies, either…
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Haha! Maybe the girls will toss the dog some Caramel Delights while they make their escape 😉
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Lol. I would love to do that! But my dog isn’t that well trained, darn it!
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Neither is mine. He’s more of an “I’ll acknowledge you when I’ve finished this meal” kind of dog. 😉
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Oh no! I wish I could keep unwanted visitors from my door. Time to get a dog?
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Or a sign that says “Beware, Dog.” Maybe they’ll think twice before stepping into your yard. 😉
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